Every now and then, colorful snakes would slither past her feet, making her hair stand on end; sometimes, a flock of birds would suddenly fly over her head, dropping bird droppings mixed with lingering raindrops from yesterday, driving her mad.
During the hottest hours, Philip Shaw found a stream. He said to Aldana Candi, "You go take a bath; I'll catch a few rain showers."
Holding her bundle, Aldana looked at the dirt on Philip Shaw, "You...aren't you going to bathe?"
Philip casually wiped the dust from his face, seemingly indifferent, "It's nothing. You love being clean; you go first."
"You..." Aldana couldn't help but think, this guy obviously has a serious cleanliness obsession, even more than she does…
In the midst of the conversation, Philip had already drawn an arrow, took off his shoes, and waded into the creek.
